Appalachian Adrenline Freaks
Well, what do you know? It actually posted with Blogger.This picture was taken of me and Twister on my last Friday on leave. That was this years last hunt for me. I have a Winchester Model70 Featherweight (.308) and Twister on the tracker there has a Marlin (If I remember right) 30/30. That's Mikes truck and a box full of Dogs. I believe it was Jumper, Glory, Princess ( a tough Plott/Pitt mix) and one other. Macon County NC.
The Winchester is more of a Deer gun, but tough enough for Bear. Sadly, the Model 70 is no longer made. I'm seriously considering a SOCOM16 for that use. It's compact, accurate (something not considered much in a Bear gun) tough and packs a punch. I'd Duracoat the thing too...myself of course.
Twister shot his Deer (see his AAR in the previous comments section) with an M1A Scout. It looks just like the one pictured, except for the scope.
Time to get...
The Appalachianist
posted by Hill Billy Rave | Thursday, November 30, 2006
18 Comments:
Nice, very nice. Springfield makes a fine gun and a fine looking one. Sort of a Garand retro look.
You didn't say, but I'd bet Twister's was a Model 336. Marlin has produced that one for years and there's no need to change a good design. I've one and it's rock solid, never fails to do what it was designed to do.
That was supposed to be "a Garand / M-14 retro look."
I guess blogger didn't like the "/"
yes, it is the 336. he's gotten allot of meat with that thing.
I have one Marlin, a Model 25 .22.
My first rifle.
4 dogs in that one box?!? Were the other 3 Chuahuahua's?
Best bear Dogs a man can have!
i use a 257 roberts, featherlight, also another fine gun, no longer made, my mother uses the same gun. out of the hunderdes of deer she has killed only one got away, and she did find it and killed it with her knife. i haven't killed many, but i never needed more than one shot i use a little 114 gr.shell, just a sighn boys, it's not the size of the load, it's what you do with it..(smiles)
Yes, Ma'am, Ms. Kitten
Appalachian Girl here, just read your blog and you Rock. Hunting is the greatest therapy of all times..stick to your Appalachian roots. If you get a chance check out my blog 360.yahoo.com/survivor32t
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Nothing makes me feel more like a girly girl than your blog, AI. :)
So how do you keep your pants tucked into your boots? Are they tucked into your socks as well?
Appalachian Girl, Thank you. I checked out your site. I do prey that you get better. God Bless you.
Murf,
It's easy.
another aar...right now i am eating and typing with one hand so don't expect typographically correct terms here...it is 8pm sat. dec. 2 and i am eating a half of giant sweet tater, greens, thick cut deer tenderloin, and a roll, and a wine glass full of mr.b waldroop's "Red Coral" (N.C. Private Stock)-delicioso (oh so delicious). helped jr. bateman get his today at 11am. a 3 pt., 3.5 yrs., 100 lb. dressed fat and cornfed. different place too. never hunted there b4...and the way we found it was: 1. map recon, 2. scouting it, 3. persistance 4. proximity 5. luck (8pt.+ chasing a doe where the truck was parked at the gate as we were coming out the day before yesterday while it was raining). Yes..we found a place that nobody had probably been since bow season. Heavily traveled gamelands road with feeders and yards on private land down below within 150-400 yd. at the end of which is a lowlying gap complete with laurel thicket (rhododendron). Rubs aplenty on and below the nearside of the gap with a well maintained scrape below on the farside of the complete with 15-20' hemlock. The day we found we had been on a rainy unsucessful hunt where I was introduced to new territory all private. There were a staggering amount of rubs and trails up and down the hillside with a very good chance of scoring. I sat up a burlap blind that covered a draw and a flat. I noticed a truckload of roadhunters below me 150 yd. looking up my way to try to skyline a deer coming over the ridge above me and they never saw me because of terrain issues that visually challenged them. 3o min. after the last driveway owners left, they showed up. I had just shifted positions because I was trying to situate myself acccording to Jr.'s instruction. I immediately put a big behind my back and sat facing uphill with a view to kill their intended quarry (boy...would they have been surprised). I figured after an hour they'd be gone but no...they were still down there so I low crawl further over the crest of the spur I was on and reassembled my blind. After a while Jr. appeared above and I motion for him to stay down and ran around and up to him to warn him of them. Afterwards we left and walked back to
Rick's sister where we were parked, viewing more deersign along the way. There we made a map recon of a nearby flat we wanted to hunt (I had made copies of the area complements of Topozone the night before) and there is where we went to get something out of it in spite of everything (what I call "salvaging the day"). I have already mentioned what we found and saw. This morn we got his popup blind that his got yesterday for his B-day setup at 8am overlooking the scrape and the gap (80 yd.) First time either one of us had hunted in one of those. It's "bitchin'"! You can fidget around and eat, scratch your ass or whatever you naturally do as long as you are quiet. We smokin' and jokin' (he smokes and I jokes)at a whisper the whole time while we scanned with binos and a flock of turkeys quietly filed through the gap from the nearside. At 11am we talked of wrappping it up to go home and he uses the grunt call. I look over at his assigned field of observation and see the deer 80 yd. away in the gap that just came out of the thicket on the farside of the saddle...and he is a few steps of being out of LOS. I alert JR. and he barely spots the vitals between 2 trees through foot-and-a-half hole (I had a better angle to see from) and he had to "thread the needle". I plug my ears and BLAM! says his homebuilt sporterized VZ24 Mauser chambered for .30-06 improved Ackley spitting out a 180 g. Nosler molycoated greentip. The buck bolts and disappears. I shoot an azimuth and we go lookin'. After looking for blood we find a little where it appeared that it had been and the first attempt to pickup a blood trail yielded nothing so I told Jr. I was going back to align the back azimuth with the blind and we immediatley found the firstblood complete with hair (try doing that with a GPS). After that we tracked it down hill and then up a short dx into the outer edge of the laurel thicket where it expired 80 yd. from the KZ. We drug it a downhill 150 yd. and then a little under a half mile on a relatively level road with frequent rest stops (I told Jr. to give up the smokes). We then loaded it and took it to the check station to have it weighed where the wildlife coordinator operating it recognized me from the fish and wildlife management program we were going to school for at Haywood Community College 16 years ago (small world after all). I never know who I am gonna run into. Anyway, Jr., his wife, and a couple of friends are celebrating at the "titty flopper" (strip club in Clayton, Ga.) his first deer of the season while I spend a quiet, reflective, evening here at home tonight (yes-I was invited but I can find no tenderloin at the "titty flopper" only "mammaries" of years gone by-there are some old gals stripping down there because the college girls who used to work there got tired of the owner's stupid B.S. from what JR. tells me)typing to all of you who show interest to this blogsite. Jr.'s wife is about to open up a private bar that will serve liquor by the first of next year-it will be the first in Franklin and my membership's "in the bag" if I want it. I suppose I will just to be socialable but only if I have a designated driver or a ride home. She is gonna have 2 pool tables, a jukebox, big screen TV and even a foosball table and live band. Pretty "swooft" for "Franklinstein". By the way Wilson, your C-in-C, "Georgy Worgy" (that might be what W stands for aside from Dubbya standing for Double-crossin'-ya) still says that there is no civil war over there which is like saying there is no healthcare crisis here or like saying there is no problem with illegal immigration or there's no problem with doing business with the human body parts black marketing communist chinese (read this month's SOF-that news is over 5 years old and I saw a smuggled video of it that I will never forget nor let those around me forget). It's all Bushit and words of mass deception to me. As soon as I get my career going, I am sending you a geiger counter so you will know where the "hotspots" over there are so you can avoid them and you had better get my care pkg too or I will be "combating the dragon" with my deadly ink pen. I believe the worst enemies you got are those in the penta...gram...or is it ...gon? And this garbage 'bout conscripting cannonfodder for their stingy-assed under- budgeted "Army Strong (Bush Wrong)" with George W. (W as in "Weasel") sh-t-canning
Rummydummy is a half measure with "The Dick" still flying around in Airforce 2...GGGRRR...I am so angry! Is Rangle kidding himself or is he lying through his teeth when his says that congressmen's sons will be drafted. If anything the doublestandard is worse now than ever before and everyone should know that. If I had a son I would not let him go as long as he were living under my roof-Uncle Scam be damned! If there ever was anything worth fighting for that would be it-my own flesh and blood and in my opinon that is one of the main things wrong with America-I just don't think that a large enough proportion parents assert themselves to the defense and well being of their children in the way that their children are giving the ultimate sacrifice for what looks to me like "enforcement of corporate directives". There ain't nothing even-handed about it. None under the age of 21 should be fighting wars for these despiccable old men and women who rattle their sabres or cry from their ivory towers "it's in the name of freedom". That should insult everybodies' intelligence. This ain't supposed to be no 3rd world country! When you recruit children you get stuff like Hitler Youth (imagine "Hillary Youth"). I have seen and experienced the attitude-but we had more level-headed people in the Rangers than in the Marines. I was an "old man" at 24 yr. when I was in there for 3 yr. And for those who want execute and imprison those soldiers convicted of war crimes it's easy for them to sit back in their big cozy mansions with their shortsighted attitudes because they have never experienced "the horror" (see or read Apocolypse Now!). To hell with those people because I bet they'd do 10 times worse if they ain't already! The sorry-assed president and the sorry-assed congress and the sorry-assed representatives on the take (taking bribes from lobbyists) and the sorry-assed corporations who ain't got a patriotic bone in their body (much less spine) don't deserve an army the way I see it. And I still want to know what's so damn patriotic about the bushit patriot act? Well I'm gonna crawl off my soapbox now an visit Appalachian Girl's website. Maybe I will feel better (Dan, you knew I was due a rave session, didn't you).
thank you..its all good..the fight has just began..lol.thank you anyway and i will keep reading ur site..pretty cool.
Twister, that was one hell of a hunting rant. I'm not all that "typative" tonight. So, I'll briefley reply.
Tell Junior hello.
You mentioned some things I like. Map recons, It's been good for me...new places to learn. Perisitance, after all I hunted one buck for two years. 30.06. Luck and tenderloin.
You say weasel, I say wicked.
You mentioned some things I don't like, road hunters, smoking (in a deer stand, but, OK, it was in a blind...still ought not do it. and there was something else. The captain and me had a conversation in the middle of reading this, so I can't remember it off hand.
It's nice of them to invite you along, but, going to a "Titty Flopper" with a married couple there is something kinda weird about. I saw it at the Pillow Talk a couple of times and well it ended up in a fight. Strangley n.ot with the couple though The wife and a dancer had a real clothes ripper(the other couple and husband were trying to pull them apart) and then once one of your beloved of Bravo Company (B3/75 Famous from "Black Hawk Down" folks) got into it with a boy from Charlie Company because his GF ran her mouth and they had told her to leave them alone(feel the drama?)So, he defends her sorry ass. I was the ranking man in the place at the time and I should have interviened, but didn't because Rangers don't fight with Rangers and he got what he deserved. It happened quick and was over quick. He and the girl got kicked out(it was clear they started it) and I told them he was from Bravo. His name started with s and ended with s.I had heard everyone from Bat that had dated that girl had trouble on her part.It was the kind of person she was. I'm not saying this is Junior and the Mrs. Just remanenced or how ever you spell it.
If I was to go into Hill Billy Rave right now it would be about the Iraqi Army. Both of the Mega parties are going to do the same thing.
I said i wasn't "typative" tonight. So much for that. I could be writing the new post which is part HBR.
Annon Appalachian Girl,I admire your courage.
You 'prey' on the poor girl or 'pray'? :-)
Um..remember when I asked you if Twister was a talker in person, AI? I'm pretty sure that is an affirmative.
I have a deer hunting question...are deer color blind?
MUrf, I realised my mistake after I hit the post button. But, leave it to you, my nemisis to hound me about it.
Yes, that is affirmative on occasion.
Deer are color blind, but they can see Hunter Orange. Seriously, they can see red and it's shades. Like hunter orange.
I'm thinking about ditching word verification.LOL, asvme
Great minds think alike because I've always wondered if the deer can see the orange which really doesn't make sense to wear since the rest of the outfit is worn to blend in.
heh heh...there were more friends than just myself invited. Jr. is one of the most level headed and mild mannered people you will ever meet. He is a unique blend of native Hawaian and Appalachian. She is eldest child (daughter) is a teenager that has her Black Belt and a room full of trophies. She kicks men's asses in tournaments. She got size even on her daddy. I don't know who she takes that after but she kicks everybodies' ass from San Franscisco to New York (i am so proud of her). Kimmy (Jr.s' wife is drumming up business for her new bar in Franklin opening this Dec. with liquor in Jan. It is called Hel-Ana's.
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